When I get home from work
I'm too tired to sing
Underpaid and alone
I lose my will to dream

How I can live like this?
Draining my ambition
While I try to make a living
How can I free my mind
When I don't own it?

Try, I try, I try
But I'm so exhausted
Try, I try, I try
But I'm so exhausted

Dream that make our artwork
Are those that write our futures
Dreams are seeds to sow
Futures full of freedom